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happy ANTI FASCIST day! remember, even if its a small act, reject fascism with your heart and soul in the USA and around the globe!

this movie fucks, rips, slaps, is clutch, based, and is dope asf. it is funny, provocative, raunchy, scary, creepy, cute, awesome, and cool. it is a real work of art. its a post-apocalyptic dystopian sci-fi, stop motion anime. its the sequel to junk head, which is also incredible. set ur vpn to japan if u wanna see junk world.

have a nice weekend

h...

sunday night

last night i learnt that you can leave your body. you can live a lifetime in someone else's although, you aren't likely to remember your temporary lifetime (before your previous current life). you may only be away for a moment or a night or a month before returning but you lived and left a distant body. time is not a line it is a current with polarity, an area of greater density traveling and expanding to another less dense. it is like water. awesome with power and a determined fate at times;...

sunshine. sunspots, solar flare reaching you, reaching us. warmth in your bones. warmth in your chest. air in your chest. warm water. cool water. protein in water like glutenous long chain protein. mucilage. wisps of density collapsing. density expanding, encompassing, enveloping, embracing. calm, embracing, receiving, reciprocating, enduring, perpetuity.

dear,

veils membranes barriers. a sheet of paper. a linen curtain wet with fluid flecks of red and shimmering iridescent. she teaches she listens. she smells like iron and copper. your blood is hers. she is mother.

fear keeps us. we are slaves until we rest under the waterfall spray in the vale. until we see the fish and the bugs in the icy water. until we see the mottled sunshine. blotted with leaves stinking of spores and microbes and petrichor. bracken. ground pine. ancient beings speak, do you chose...

there is a line that goes straight through me. It’s a partition. It goes from the center of my forehead to the back of my skull, down to my tailbone out through my naval, through my sternum and divides me into two. i look like a deep sea fish whos eyes peer through my transparent skull. The wind blows through both halves of me. sound goes through one 1/2 and into the other flowing like breeze through leaves and grass. both halves are two different people and are the same. I feel at the same time a stinging...

"Has our conscience shown?
Has the sweet breeze blown?
Has all kindness gone?
Hope still lingers on

I dream myself a newfound pity
Sitting alone in New York City
And I don't know why

Are we listening
To hymns of offering?
Have we eyes to see
Love is gathering?

Well, all the words that I've been reading
Have now started the act of bleeding
Into one, into one

So I walk up on high
And I step to the edge
To see my world below
And I laugh at myself
While the tears roll down...

[The following fractal is nice.]
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FRACTAL                        _       _                                LATCARF
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...

https://www.asciiart.eu/animations/ascii-rain-drops

gosh dang im all about these snes covers of great music. nice to hear them reimagined.

i'm sure many here are familiar with "selected ambient works" but heres a rendition i'd not heard before and maybe you hadn't either.

cheers,

jangus

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aphids drink the juice from what was the cats new vision, a vision neglected, from the barnyard by the old stone foundation, the ants willed it. a leaf in 400ºF wind, wind who still permits putrefaction.

fluids swirl around the carcass, stirred by carrion-eaters and saprophytes. they all return, as by decree to the soil, walled by formaldehyde and cameras and sirens and audio detection and fear and concretion and the sun. BUT the green is still stronger so it doesnt ever matter because it is...

happy friday if you're into that...

and heres a poem for u creatures...

we are made of containers each smaller than our neighbors, each expanding towards the infinite knowing. we learn, we live, we grow, we subside, we love, we shine, we deacy. always embracing always rejecting always fearing always loving. breath in, be a creek, walk in cold water, mud in between your toes, you taste the living green stuck in your teeth. you produce light no matter what.

flyer for the people:)

if yall dont know FROID DUB, ya bettah. peace.

love u